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Months later, he would pass a diner and see a woman’s fingers counting change with the same meticulous care, and for a second his breath would catch. Sometimes he thought the videos were a map of escapes, a way to leave evidence that someone had chosen to be seen on their terms. Sometimes he thought it was an apology—an admission that people move through each other like ships, sometimes colliding, sometimes passing in the fog.